slightly cracked observations and unsolicited advice on bending the rules and being yourself…and butterflies

Tag: mental illness

When my brother and I were little we found a treasure trove of records, 45’s and 78’s which were my mom’s and her brothers when they were younger. We still had record players back then, in the not so distant past I might add, We had one of the semi-portable ones and would sit in… Read More Big Bad Bruce (Jenner)

When I was first diagnosed with Bipolar, I was put on meds of course, and they sucked. Bad. I have tried different ones here and there but have remained pretty much pharmaceutically medicated free. I will admit that part of this was because the last couple years I had no insurance and the cost of… Read More Revelations of the Medicinal Sort

I am thinking about changing the name of this semi-regular series from Slightly Cracked Observations to something like; The Really Stupid Shit I See, or something similar. Actually slightly cracked observations is a great name for it because it’s a little more subtle but some days, I could care less about subtlety. Like today. I… Read More Slightly Cracked Observations on…The Elf Shouldn’t be on the Shelf

(Living up the AZ intro) Well who knew this was here? Apparently it’s a rather well-kept secret here in the part of AZ I live in. I have actually driven by it numerous times and didn’t even see it. I used to live less than 2 miles from it. My first outing in an effort… Read More Living up the AZ – Who Knew This Was Here?

I didn’t always live in the desert. In fact, I have lived in many places and climates, but I spent the majority of my formative to young adult years in the mountains of Colorado. Well, by the mountains. The eastern slope, but the mountains were a part of daily life and if you knew where… Read More Living up the AZ

There seemed, in this place, the normal cliques of society working, only in standards no one normal could possibly recognize. Riley hadn’t quite figured out the hierarchy, having kept to herself as much as possible since arriving. She studied groups intently however during meals and other chances to be social, to see if she could figure… Read More Strange Bonds for Social Circles- (I’m not alright)

Riley Reynolds was 32 and a half years old the morning she woke up crazy. It was a bizarre and beautiful and terrifying experience all at once. Pretty much the same as her life up until that point, bizarre, beautiful and most of all terrifying. Lost, she never understood why she was so different, When… Read More Her name is… (prelude to Mornings)

Morning was always an odd experience inside the locked ward at Mercy General. At first, when the mind perceived it was not exactly asleep and coming to, the sounds and smells were odd but quickly comforting in the fact of the safety of being in a place one didn’t have to make all the decisions.… Read More Mornings in the Looney Bin

Because day to day living isn’t hard enough to navigate with bipolar disorder or other SMI (serious mental illness) let’s add dating and see if you can manage a relationship too. So you go online, find the dating site of your choice and start to write your profile when it occurs to you; Is there… Read More Dating Dilemmas for the Crazy; when to spill the beans.

Why is the sky blue? Why do the flowers bloom? Why when I’m whiny and mad, do you send me to my room? Why, oh why ask why so much ? Why fault someone who does? Today’s Mental Moment … is about the dreaded why. Why we don’t like it and why we should consider the value… Read More Why ask Why? Mid-Afternoon Mental Moment

Dear Ignorant Hater , I understand you are afraid of me and know that fear causes you to act a dick, attempting to make me feel less than you think you are. I’m tired of proving you wrong when you aren’t looking, tired of expending energy to try to help you change your mind and… Read More Dear Ignorant Haters- how about you suck eggs?

Ho Ho Ho and Fa la la la la, de da de do do. That is my own made up version of Holiday carols. I do that sometimes and it’s always fun to play around with words and phrases, especially to illicit a laugh or two from an appreciating crowd. Or my kids. I know… Read More Dislike Unlike, Like Seriously? …a Mental Moment

Heartbeat, erratic as drops of rain on the windows in the gloomy pre-dawn light, fingers tapping a beat on the blanket, she was unsure if they tried to follow the rain or tripped after her heart. There seemed a pattern, in a second it was gone. Heart made sense, then rain, as the sense melted.… Read More Flash Fiction – Erratic